I physically jumped and might have let out a little bit of a scream.Standing there with hands on his hips was Gary, the manager of the pool.Gary and h...s wife manage the pool. They are in their late forties or early fifties, I would guess. They are nice enough and we say hello each time I go to the pool but I’ve never really had a conversation with them. I had seen Gary get pissed off at people not obeying the pool rules and I wouldn’t want to argue with him. He was a big guy, six foot easy,. Things had changed drastically since the terrorists' September attacks, and the authorities had very little patience for the complaints of a man sporting anything as un-American as a Viagra-induced erection!The woman reached behind the girl's bottom, and felt Dylan's crotch. "Yes, I'm afraid this one has teencock," she agreed. "You poor thing. Are you going to be okay?" Dylan looked at the woman, and saw that she was addressing not him, but the girl in front of him."He was trying to molest me,". She moaned her delight at having two fingers work their way inside her and I felt my already hard cock start to throb with excitement as I watched another man finger my wife. It didnt take long, and several other sexual sessions, until we were all naked. This round the girl across from me, a 56 petite red head with B cup breasts lost and the guy sitting next to me won. He crawled over to her and started licking at her pussy vigorously to her obvious delight. I reached over to my wife crotch and. We all live in a dense suburban area filled with houses that lookthe same, but these old people live in a calm little cul-de-sac whilst welive on a street.You know that Diary, you hear the cars driving past each morning don'tyou?The new family moved into the spare rooms in the old people's house, theones with the windows that face the back of our house. You know the roomthat I saw the old man dressing up in girl's clothes, diary? The one inthe middle, on the upper floor, that has a room either.